The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Bethany]

"Think you've got the basics?" she asks, studying his position to plan her own. Eventually, she reclines next to him, on her side, with her head pretty much by his waist. Reaching over, she runs a finger over the glans of his dick and smiles at him. "Want me to take back over, Carver my love?" As she flirts, she leans in a little, so her breasts press against his hip and thigh.

[Carver Amell]

"Yes."

He can't help it -- it comes out as an urgent groan, a desperate plea. "Gods," he whispers. "I want you so much. I want--- all kinds of obscene things." Like what if she rubbed me with those breasts instead of her hand?

[Bethany]

Beth bites her lip, a thrill shuddering through her at his voice. "Well, let's at least take the edge off, shall we?" she says, voice suddenly husky. She slips her hand around him again, working away, but never takes her eyes off his. "...what kind of things?" she finds herself asking.

[Carver Amell]

He meets her eyes, a bit of challenge in his. "I w-want to f-fuck your tits," he whispers, trying to sound casual, confident, but not quite managing it. "Gods. I want to make you scream my name. I want to please you."

[Bethany]

"My tits huh?" Beth says with a faint smile. My best feature really. Proud of my hips and ass too, but my tits are a fucking wonder. "Screaming is a really bad idea, but..." She bites her lip again, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. "This all did start because I was telling you about female body parts. But first... let's get your dragon handled for a bit." Suiting word to deed, she rolls closer to him, body half atop his leg, so his calf is pressed between her thighs. Shivering a little, she redoubles her efforts with her hand, carefully watching for signs that- oh! "Sex etiquette- always warn your partner before you cum," she says quickly.

[Carver Amell]

"H-how do I k-know?" he stammers, swallowing hard, quite flushed. "Gods. Gods, I want to be inside you, please, please," he begs, losing control of himself a bit as his hips buck upwards, seeking more contact.

[Bethany]

"No sex," Beth says firmly, wanting that to be very clear. "And... ummm. I guess it should feel like an orgasim used to be... a little different? And I think Zev said something about his balls tightening or something? That's were seman comes from so..."

[Carver Amell]

"Wh-what if-- what if you-- what if I just-- what if you straddled my c-cock like you're on my leg?" he asks, whimpering a bit. 

[Bethany]

Beth frowns at him. "Don't push for more in the middle of sex. Negotiate before hand," she says, voice a little sharp. "It's too easy to get caught up and do things you'll regret if you push boundaries during." She softens her glare, then adds, "but you can touch me with your hand, if you want."

[Carver Amell]

He needs no further invitation; he reaches out, gently running his thumb over her nipple, groaning as he does. "Gods. You're so perfect, Beth."

[Bethany]

That's just the lust talking but... still nice to hear. "Flatterer," she says with a laugh. "I like it a little rougher, though it's best to start out gentle and increase based on her reactions and feedback," she adds, arching her back into him a little more. This is way hotter than it has any right to be. "Do you need more oil? Is your cock chafing at all? The oil is right on the nightstand if you want to pour some more."

[Carver Amell]

Carver hesitates, then, boldly, pinches Beth's nipple, watching her face.

[Bethany]

Beth sucks in a breath, eyes fluttering. "Y-yeah, that's- that's good," she says, flashing a smile. "A little harder is fine, but- but build up to it. The more- more aroused I am, the more spice I like in my p-pleasure. Do- do you want me to go harder or- faster?" She squeezes his cock to make it perfectly clear what she means.

[Carver Amell]

"Harder," he whispers, and it's not long before he finishes, spurting impressively over her hand. As he pants and gasps, he surprises Beth by rolling, flipping around so he's on top of her -- holding himself up over her with one hand as he plays with her nipple with the other.

[Bethany]

Beth goes completely still for a second, face paling, then starts pushing at him desperately. "Off-off-off-off," she begs rapidly.